THIRTY-TWO

Her body was trembling as she tried her best to control herself; she was right there, she was almost attaining the all too blissful height. But she knew well enough that she couldn't come undone without Alexander's permission, and she couldn't stop either.

She wanted to hold onto him for support but he had eventually secured her hands behind her back by holding both her wrists in his hand. In short, she felt like she would implode.

"Please....... please." She begged, her words were almost incoherent. "Can I...?"

He shook his head.

"No."

He was obviously enjoying this, he was getting off it so much that his eyes had darkened even more and his voice had deepened.

"I'm begging you." She almost cried. "Fuck..."

She subconsciously struggled to free her hands but his hold on her wrist tightened till it was almost painful. She barely felt the pain though, all she felt was the pleasure stabbing at her core again again, all she felt was herself almost falling over a forbidden cliff.

"Don't stop, keep going". He said as he trailed kisses down the side of her neck, her skin was all clammy now.

She shook her head.

"I can't hold it back." She said breathlessly. "Please."

He was well aware that she couldn't hold on for much longer, after all, he probably understood her body even more than she did. It was clear that he wanted her lose control and find her relief regardless of his orders; that would give him a reason truly torture her tonight.

She knew him well enough to know that if she came without his permission, he'd ensure that she wouldn't have any other relief for the night. It wouldn't matter how much she begged him or how much ache it caused her heart.

"Come on, Yalda, don't stop now." He said against her ear. His sensual voice did nothing to help. "You literally begged for this."

Her fist were clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms painfully, and once again, she felt absolutely nothing. She was getting exhausted from moving her hips constantly without the support of her arms; there was only so much she could take.

Her body shook and she moaned loudly as she let herself come undone. She crumbled against his chest while panting heavily; her heart pounded erratically as though it sought to break through her chest. It was only then that he released her wrists, he combed his fingers through soothingly till she came down from her high.

"Did you just come?" He asked when her erratic breathing normalized.

She knew she was fucked now, completely and absolutely. She pried her face from his shoulder to face him.

"I...I couldn't help it. I'm sorry." She answered.

He smiled sinisterly.

"Oh that's alright. You've had your fun, now it's time for me to have mine." He said.

It probably happened very quickly, or she just wasn't processing things quickly because she was still recovering from the intensity she had just been through, all she knew was that one moment she was straddling him and the next he had flipped her over so she was lying on her back on the bed.

He stared down at her with those dark and malicious eyes which caused the pits of her stomach to burn all over again.

"I'm gonna fuck you like the whore that you are, do you understand?" He asked her.

She nodded immediately.

"Good. I want you to scream and tell the bloody world you owns you while I'm at it." He said as he backed away from her to unbuckled his belt and shrugged off his pants and briefs.

He soon returned to her and the look in his eyes almost scared her. The unexpected sound of his palm meeting her thigh came right before she hissed sharply, but her head fell back in pleasure soon after as he sank into her. He gripped her waist as he began pounding into her mercilessly, his fingers would probably leave marks on her skin by tomorrow but she didn't care.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she moaned noisily.

"Oh my God." She almost screamed, she was still super sensitive from having just come undone. "Oh fuck!"

"Louder." He ordered as he continued to pound into her purposefully.

He didn't need to tell her; she would scream all on her own. She clutched the sheets tightly as her toes curled and as she screamed incoherent words.

"Tell the fucking world who owns you". He said as his fingers snaked around her throat. "Say my fucking name."

She was definitely going to lose her mind to the intensity tonight, but she was going to love every second of it.

"Alexander Monroe, you own me!". She screamed as loud as her breathlessness would let her. "You own me."

He nodded.

"No one's ever going to make you feel this good, Yalda, no one at all." He said to her. "No one's going to make you ache this way, no one's going to fuck you like I do."

She knew that, after all, no one else saw her the way he did, no one else saw her as a whore who could be used and controlled like a doll.

She shut her eyes tightly as she rocked back and forth against the linen sheets.

~~

As expected, last night had been torturous; he had edged her till she could take no more it, till her body literally screamed for a release, and then he had concluded the torture with the last brutal blow, he had planted a soft kiss on her head and had told her he'd run her a bath.

She would have cried and begged him if she wasn't so exhausted and drained physically, mentally, and emotionally. She couldn't bring herself to say a single word as he had left her side to run her a bath and take a shower.

Too worn out to keep lift a finger, she had simply laid wrapped in his sheets while tears lazily streaked down her cheek, all the while a single question lingered on her mind; was anything worth the ache and torture?

She felt used, itemized and almost abused, but yet a part of her didn't want to accept it, the part of her that loved everything about him.

He had returned after changing into a fresh pair of black joggers and a matching shirt. Of course, she had tried to turn away from him to hide her tears with what energy she had left, but he had stopped her; he had already seen the tears, he had known along that she had been crying.

Saying nothing, he had gently scooped her into his arms, and though he had just tortured the hell out of her, she found herself melting against him as he walked to the bathroom. Her mind was suddenly numbed and she felt like drifting off to a peaceful slumber

"I'm going to lower you into the tub now." He said, his voice was gentle, it had her eyes fluttering open lazily. "Alright?"

She nodded, it was all she could do.

He carefully lowered her into the tub and the warm water engulfed her sore body immediately; it was soothing, she let out a sigh as she let herself sink deeper. All the while, Alexander held onto her shoulder to ensure that her head didn't go underneath the water in case she was still asleep.

A long moment of silence stretched between them before he spoke at last.

"How is your head?". He asked her.

Her gaze flickered up to his tiredly and she stared at him for a moment, stared into his eyes which weren't so dark anymore, took in his face which wasn't so hardened anymore. She realized he was much calmer, it was almost as though putting her through hell had helped him more than she knew.

"It hurts." She replied quietly.

"I apologize for that." He said. "I'll ensure you take your meds before you go to bed."

She blew out a heavy breath but said nothing. What could she possibly say right now? She watched as he dipped his fingers into the water to check if it was still warm enough; it was.

"Are you hungry?" He asked her.

She shook her head. Food was the least of her concern at the moment. She just wanted to go to bed and fall asleep.

"Why do you still have tears in your eyes?"

How could she not? How could she possibly not have tears in her eyes after all he had just put her through? He knew how much denial ached her, and he had done it again and again knowing that was all that truly hurt her deeply.

"I can't help it." She replied as she lowered her gaze to the bubble floating atop the water. She swished her fingers through the water to pop a few.

He reached out and his fingers slid underneath her chin to nudge her head up gently.

"You're upset." He pointed out.

She felt more tears sting her eyes as her throat clenched painfully. She was more of hurt than upset, she was.....stupid. she shook her head.

"I'm not the one who's upset." She said quietly.

"Not with you." He replied immediately.

"But yet I suffer nonetheless."

It was his turn to avert his gaze from hers, at the very least, he had the decency to look apologetic.

"Forgive me if I was too intense." He said before rising to his feet. "I got carried away."

So he was going to leave because he didn't want to talk about what truly mattered?

"You're leaving?" She asked him almost in disbelief.

He nodded.

"To give you some privacy, yes." He replied.

She shook her head but he want looking at her. She didn't need privacy, she needed him to talk to her, she needed him to stay with her. But she couldn't bring herself to express her mind before he spoke again:

"Excuse me." He said.

And with that, he turned around and left. It was then that her tears fell once more.